Tonight after the sled pull, I stopped in the local Wally world to grab a few things. Well, this kid that was parked beside me saw me getting in my truck after putting my bags in. Well, he had a camaro. A Z28 that he just thought was the baddest thing on the road. So, I was sitting there listening to him while he rattled off to my at how bad this thing was. He finally asked what all I had done to my truck. I was like "it just has a tuner and exhaust." He then popped the questions, well is it fast, do ya wanna race
I was sure, but its just a big ole heavy truck with training wheels on it.
So, we get in, and pull out of the parking lot. He jumped on up there, and hurried to the light. I just poked along like my big ole slow truck does. Well, the stop light gods were watching this transpire. As it turns out, we got two open lanes on a 6 lane section. 3x3. We were sitting there, and I know the lights pretty well, so I was watching them cycle through for the other directions. Finally, mine was getting ready to change.
I had already flipped it to 4x4, and boosted about 10psi. Needless to say, he did not know what had hit him. I pulled 3 lengths on him by 65mph. So I just backed out since I had no idea where the cops where. Next thing I know, there is a mustang on the other side of him. Apparently, he was lined up in the 3rd lane over. He got burned by 2 fords at one time.
Once the mustang caught up with me, the girl that was riding shot gun, through her hand out and starting yelling. 2 kills for the price of one.
It was a pretty fun kill since this guy really thought he had something. Oh well, on to the next camaro :burnout